My mother used to say

Love should be

Simple, like

Wind and rivers,

But I wanted the

Storms and

Wildfires that filled

Book pages. You

Told me that each

Article of clothing

You wore held a

Certain meaning

And ate pistachio

Ice cream ironically. We

Were never simple

And despite what I thought

We were never ever

In love, just in

Trouble

-r.i.d.